Do I Need to File a Missing Persons Report? (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Dec 11 2022	Views/Reads: 569/341	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
No matter what my fears might be, I know that God is going to guide me through that situation for his honor and glory.

Every week comes and goes, and some go faster than others. Such was last
week. 

It started pretty well, but then everything went downhill. 

I had my semiannual doctor's visit. After all, he has kids that need to
go to college. After his complete examination of me, he said, "You're 
doing great." 

I asked him to repeat that several times, because The Gracious Mistress
of the Parsonage was there, and I wanted her to hear it from someone 
other than me. I wanted him to put it in writing and sign it, but he 
wasn't going to do that. So I accepted his oral pronouncement because 
it was in front of my wife. 

My wife put together the plan for the day so that we could accomplish
many things in one day. So the doctor's visit was first. 

Then we had to go to the police station to file a report. 

My bank informed me that somebody had counterfeited one of my checks and
even my signature for $1800. How they counterfeited my check as well as 
they did was beyond me. Fortunately, the bank refused to accept the 
check because they thought it was a fraud. So they took pictures and 
even had a video of him coming up to the drive-through. 

In the memo, on that check, the guy wrote "bonus pay." I don't know what
he meant by that, but I sure would like to give him a bonus pay, if you 
know what I mean. 

I spent an afternoon in the bank closing that account and opening
another account so they wouldn't try that again. So the bank encouraged 
me to take this information to the police department and file a 
complaint. 

The bank where they tried to cash the counterfeit check was in Georgia. 

So after the doctor's visit, we went to the police department to file a
complaint. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, "You can go in, and I'll
stay here in the car." 

That worked for me, and so I went in to the police station to file the
complaint. 

After I presented my case, the police officer said, "What is your
address?" 

I told him, and he said, "I'm afraid that's in the county, and we cannot
process that complaint because we are here in the city." Therefore I 
had to take my complaint to the Sheriff's office. It was okay because 
it wasn't that far from our house. 

I left the police department, and looked for my wife's car. It was
nowhere to be found. So I looked up and down, and nowhere could I find 
her red sissy van. 

At the time, I didn't know what to do because, as "luck would have it,"
I did not bring my cell phone. Isn't it interesting, I never need my 
cell phone unless I don't have it with me? 

So I couldn't text her to see where she was at. 

After a while, I became nervous about this. Where is she? 

I was tempted to return to the police department and file a missing
person report. 

Thinking about the whole situation, I asked myself, "If I was my wife,
where would I go?" 

That sure is a crazy question to ask, but you try anything when you're
in a difficult situation. It's been over ½ hour, and I still could not 
find her. 


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